Same page?!

One evening

He sat next to me

Tick tok, tick tok, tick tok.

We had a real conversation.

But wait, what's that? 

Ain't it all about perception?

Who knew the entire  truth? 

Who knew that there were three versions of reality. 

One that he sees

One that she sees

Then the truth that neither one sees. 

Something kept playing in her mind .

Something kept bothering her. 

What if her truth and his were the same? 

If they actually belonged in the same universe. 

If real conversations are actually happening on the same page for both of them. 

Terror. 

So much real conversation actually holds.

Him and me and the universe.

Same page, same world yet a different universe. 

And all is played by the perception of truth.